when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Isla fits herself snugly against Remi's side as his arm moves around her, and her own slips around his waist that she might enjoy his warmth as they stroll along. Isla doesn't even need to keep her eyes open, her footsteps as sure as they will ever be, and she trusts Remi to keep them out of danger. "I suppose after so long of having to figure things out just between you and Ronin, it's difficult to share the burden," she says; despite the alchemist's brutal honesty towards himself, Isla still can't help but try and soften the blow.
"I suppose you could always negotiate the terms of any alliances? That way you could keep things open but make it clear that your priorities are to the Greatwood." She wrinkles her nose, not particularly wanting to get into politics, but it's not really something they can avoid now. "I suppose an alliance between the Greatwood and the Grounds would be impossible by this point."
Then Remi opens up about his twins and Isla blinks her eyes back open, gazing up at him with a gentle smile. "Congratulations," she murmurs. "Those are beautiful names."
"I suppose you could always negotiate the terms of any alliances? That way you could keep things open but make it clear that your priorities are to the Greatwood." She wrinkles her nose, not particularly wanting to get into politics, but it's not really something they can avoid now. "I suppose an alliance between the Greatwood and the Grounds would be impossible by this point."
Then Remi opens up about his twins and Isla blinks her eyes back open, gazing up at him with a gentle smile. "Congratulations," she murmurs. "Those are beautiful names."
i could die
Isla
